Volume 1 The Empire in the Morning Chapter 184: Let Me Come
Volume One: The Empire in the Morning, Chapter 184: Let Me Go
After hearing these words, the priest guessed that the headmaster and the high priest should have communicated with that person about this arrangement, so he said nothing more, took out the file, turned to a certain page, and asked for instructions: "People in the Youge, hurry up.
Full."
Youge is the place where the Judgment Department of the Temple is responsible for detaining prisoners. It is located deep underground at the back foot of Taoshan Mountain. It never sees the sun. For thousands of years, countless powerful demon sects and unruly people who violated Haotian's teachings have been imprisoned here.
Then he was either executed or imprisoned.
The High Priest of Judgment held his lower jaw, and was lost in thought about something. After listening to these words, the tail of his slender and jade-like right hand slowly raised, and he said: "It's just a routine matter."
The Adjudication Division's method to solve the problem of overcrowding in Youge is very simple, that is, kill a group of people, burn a group of corpses, and turn the body that occupies the twisted space into ashes, melt it in the water, and nourish the peach blossoms all over the mountain. There will be absolutely no waste.
The subordinate priest nodded, his expression was not unnatural at all, and it was obvious that he did not have any psychological barriers.
The High Priest of Judgment suddenly slowly closed his eyes and asked in a low voice: "How is the High Priest of Guangming now?"
When the subordinate priest heard the words "Guangming Grand Priest", his body suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his head and replied: "This old man recites religious scriptures every day just like in the past. It doesn't look...nothing strange."
The High Priest of Judgment held his jaw and closed his eyes in deep thought for a long time. He tapped the armrest of the black jade throne with his right index finger. Suddenly he opened his eyes and said without any emotion: "Let all the believers in the world know that Ning Que, the thirteenth disciple of the academy, has boarded the Japanese Scroll.
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The priest looked at the old face of the great priest, and after a moment of silence he asked cautiously: "Dear God, what is the purpose of releasing these messages?"
The high priest of the ruling did not explain, and continued to say indifferently: "Also, let everyone know that in Chang'an City, the person who killed Yuelun Kingdom monk Wu Shi and the Southern Jin swordsman on the night of Chunfeng Pavilion last year was not only Chao Xiaoshu, but also Ning Que.
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The priest vaguely guessed the purpose of this arrangement, thought for a moment, and whispered: "Even if the aunt of Yuelun Kingdom and Jiange are angry because of this, Ning Que is the master's student and he is in the territory of Tang Kingdom. Who dares to take revenge?"
"Even if he left the Tang Kingdom, would Qu Ni Madi and Jiange dare to take revenge? Behind the Chunfeng Pavilion, Yuelun Kingdom and Jiange did not dare to speak out because they knew that they were involved in the internal political disputes of the Tang Kingdom and were afraid of being raped by the Tang Emperor.
How can you dare to take revenge when you are implicated in anger? But hatred is always easy to arouse some passion, especially when facing a young man who is still in the state of non-confusion, even if you dare not kill, humiliating him a few times is still a good thing."
The priest didn't understand that even if Yuelun Kingdom and Jiange looked for opportunities to humiliate Ning Que, what would be the point.
The High Priest of Judgment closed his eyes again and began to rest his mind without any explanation.
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Chang'an City is near Alley 47, behind Lao Bizhai.
In the early morning, Sangsang was carrying a bucket and preparing to water the flowers, when she heard a voice from behind: "Leave me alone!"
After a long, long time, a messy piece of talisman paper fell from the window and stayed in the mud basin for a long time. It turned into wet water very slowly and gradually seeped into the mud to nourish the flower roots.
In the evening, Sang Sang was squatting in front of the stove, preparing to make a fire to steam rice, when she heard a voice from behind: "Leave me alone!"
After a long, long time, a piece of light yellow talisman was stuffed into the stove hole with one hand, and instantly turned into flames. It was extremely difficult to light the dry firewood in the stove hole, and then with the help of Sangsang puffing up his cheeks and blowing air,
Turn into fire.
Late at night, Sangsang was squatting in front of the bed, preparing to wipe the bamboo mat to cool down, when he heard a voice coming from behind: "Leave me alone!"
After a long, long time, a piece of talisman paper was crumpled into a ball and thrown into the basin. It was gradually softened by the soaking and spread out. After a long time, a very thin layer of ice floated on the water.
Sang Sang squatted next to the water basin, staring at the water with willow leaves and eyes unblinking, until her eyes hurt a little, then she rubbed her eyes and stood up. She put the towel into the water to wet it.
He pursed his lips tightly and began to wipe the bamboo mat on the bed without saying a word. After wiping, he turned around and poured water.
At this moment, I heard a voice from behind: "Let me go!"
Sang Sang couldn't bear it any longer, so she threw the wet towel into the basin, turned around with her thin waist on her hands, opened her bright willow eyes angrily, looked at the desk and said seriously: "Master!
Do you know how long I have to wait for your talismans to take effect? Do you know that such a long time is enough for me to water the flowers, light firewood, cook, wipe the bed, and then
Can you rest? When we were in Weicheng, you once told me that delaying other people's time is murdering lives, so why do you always want to kill me? "
Beside the desk, Ning Que was holding a brush and was eager to continue writing talismans. Suddenly he heard such a long paragraph of accusations, and the excitement on his face suddenly turned into a bit resentful. He said awkwardly: "It's not like I just learned how to write talismans. I'm a little excited.
I always want to practice more, why do you have to... be so serious."
Ning Que clearly understood the Tao of Talisman in that summer rainstorm, and he was immersed in that magical world and couldn't extricate himself. When he woke up in the morning and before falling asleep, he wrote talismans in the small courtyard. Sangsang was busy doing all kinds of housework.
Not going well.
He also kept writing talismans in the mountains behind the academy. The brothers and sisters who were doing their own cultivation, in addition to worrying about the swords and arrows flying everywhere, they also began to worry about the clear water rushing towards them and the sudden appearance of a ridge of soil under their feet.
What's even more frightening is the flames that those talisman papers turned into... Nowadays, a saying has begun to spread in the back of the academy: Beware of fire, guard against knives, and guard against junior fellow apprentices. The senior brothers and sisters who were unhappy in every way finally made a decision that was not difficult. If junior fellow apprentices want to write talismans,
, it must be in Senior Brother Sixth's blacksmithing room. Anyway, there is a fire there all year round, so there is no need to worry about causing a fire.
Ning Que felt that the senior brothers and sisters were making a fuss. They had some water poured on their faces and had a few small holes burned on their various uniforms. What did it matter? They were all at least strong practitioners in the Dongxuan realm, so how could they be afraid?
These? But since he offended the public, he had no choice but to stay in the Sixth Senior Brother's room every day, practicing the talismans with the Sixth Senior Brother's honest sighs and the Fourth Senior Brother's angry roars.
Today, he is like a child who got a new toy, playing with it from morning to night, as if he never gets bored or tired. As time goes by, he masters more and more talismans, and he has more and more talismans.
My understanding of Tao is getting deeper and deeper.
He didn't know that shortly after the first drop of water condensed on the tip of his pen on that summer rainy night, his name appeared on the first volume of the seven-volume book of heaven somewhere in the mountains of the distant Xiling Kingdom, in that unknown place. He didn't know either.
You know, the high-ranking ruling priest of Xiling Temple, for some inexplicable reasons, decided to announce his name before hundreds of millions of believers in the world.
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In fact, there is no need for Xiling Temple to add fuel to the flames. Ning Que's reputation is already loud enough at least in Chang'an City. The mountains behind the academy are hidden in the mist. Ordinary people look at it from a distance and don't know the details, but His Majesty's appreciation and favor for him shocked many people. And Wang University
The feud between Shi Shi and Jin Lao Jijiu lasted for decades. In the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, it finally reached a fever pitch due to several letters. From the master to the lowest servant, there was a gap of several days between the two houses.
Then they would get into a fight, which indirectly led to the spread of his deeds in the side streets and alleys of Chang'an City.
"Last year, by the lake, the golden boys and girls were fluttering in the wind, clinging to each other. I don't know how many people died of envy. Miss Gao's family looked there infatuatedly and almost shed tears. But what happened now? Xie Chengyun knew that Jin Wucai
She was the most suitable candidate for a daughter-in-law, but she couldn't pass the test of face. She returned to the Southern Jin Dynasty in disgrace and continued to be the son of his aristocratic family and the future minister of the DPRK. Jin Wucai was left alone in Chang'an, in ecstasy.
Tsk tsk..."
"Master, why does it sound like you are a little envious?"
"What is there to envy in this? I told you outside the princess's house last year that I don't understand love, but I know that people who play with love, especially young people, are idiots."
"But there are always men and women in the world."
"Men and women do men and women things, but don't misunderstand it as a love affair."
"What is the matter between men and women?"
"Well, all the people who come to Hong Xiu Zhao are here to do male and female affairs."
Ning Que and Sang Sang got off the carriage and walked towards Hongxiuzhao while chatting.
The master and the servant often come to Hong Xiu Zhao, and they are already very familiar with this place. They naturally walked through the side door, walked around to the side of the building, and entered the main hall. He deliberately chose to come in the morning because there was not much business in Hong Xiu Zhao at this time.
However, he did not expect that after entering the main hall, those girls who usually wore ordinary home clothes, yawned and wandered around to wake up, then their eyes lit up when they saw him, pinched his cheeks, and led him to play in the back garden.
They... seemed to have become another group of people.
They saw the girl dressed extremely formally, wearing expensive clothes that would be worn on important occasions. She was divided into two rows in the hall. She looked at him with a smile on her face but a little cautiously, as if she had made a special trip to welcome him. When they saw
Ning Que and Sang Sang walked out of the side door, bowed neatly and said in a clear voice: "I have met Mr. Ning."
Looking at this scene and listening to Yingying's clear voice, Ning Que couldn't help but be speechless. He looked at the girl Shui Zhuer standing at the front of the queue and asked: "Sister Zhuer, what kind of trouble is this...?"
Miss Shuizhu'er has earned a lot of money these days selling chicken soup and rubbings of Yan's rubbings. She often exchanges money with Sangsang. She is not as affectionate as other girls, showing curiosity and restraint. She greets her with a smile and gently supports her.
Using his arms, he led him inside and explained softly:
"Your status is different now, who has the nerve to tease you like before? Jane, everyone knew that he died after you entered the second floor, and red envelopes were distributed all over the building. The girls in the building were in awe of your current beauty, and
I’m happy to see the benefits you’ve brought to me. When you come back for the first time in a few months, of course I’ll give you a good welcome.”
Although outside the second floor of the academy, Ning Que was busy practicing and had little contact with the outside world. However, he had attended several banquets in the past few days and probably knew that he was considered a celebrity in Chang'an City. However, he did not expect that he was actually a celebrity in Hongxiu Zhao.
To be treated like this, I couldn't help but feel a little excited for a while.
It's a pity that he didn't have much time for Xunxunran. Just when the girls finally digested the shock and fear in their hearts and were about to rush up to chat about the rumors, Xiaocao, the personal maid of the Jane family, was as cold as every time.
Xiao Lian walked downstairs and reiterated everyone's rules.
Sang Sang and Xiao Cao, who were about the same age, went to play in the back garden. Ning Que sighed, his legs felt like lead as he trudged up to the red sleeves attic. He reluctantly pushed open the wooden door and opened the bead curtain.
, bowed to the woman behind the curtain, and said sadly: "I have already entered the second floor of the academy, why can't I still do it?"
Jian Jian, who has a broad forehead and a straight nose, is not a traditional beauty, but she has a graceful demeanor similar to that of a man. She smiled slightly, motioned for Ning Que to sit down, and said, "How old are you? How come you are so focused on men and women?"
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Ning Que said angrily: "The more people don't want to do something, the more people want to do it. Besides, I'm already eighteen!"
"As I said last time, you can call me Aunt Jian."
Everyone Jian pushed the tea in front of him and said with a smile: "No matter how your Majesty appreciates you, no matter how those guys in the back mountain dote on you, as long as I don't agree, no one in the entire brothel in Chang'an City will dare to provoke you."
"My dear aunt..." Ning Que said helplessly: "Why is this?"
Everyone Jian said earnestly: "What is the academy, and what is the second floor? Since you are so lucky to get in, of course you must put all your attention on study and practice. Why bother getting entangled with places like us? If
If something bad happens, you can just pay it back, but what if it damages the reputation of the academy?"
"I don't think even Master would care about these things." Ning Que said.
Everyone Jian's eyebrows gradually raised, and he said in a deep voice: "Even if the master speaks, he must obtain my consent."
When Ning Que entered Chang'an City for the first time last year, he mistakenly fell into the Red Sleeve Recruitment. From the first meeting, Jian and everyone cared about him like an elder. To be honest, he had always been a little confused about this, especially when Jian and everyone talked, he always felt like
He was very familiar with the academy, and the words he heard at this time made his doubts even more intense. After a while, he tentatively asked:
"Aunt Jian, are you... familiar with the academy?"
Hearing this, everyone was slightly startled. They picked up the tea on the table and chatted to cover it up. After a moment of silence, they responded: "I have never been to the academy."
Just because you have never been to the academy does not mean you are not familiar with it. Ning Que was about to continue asking questions, but he did not expect everyone to ask directly: "Jun Mo is still so old-fashioned now?"
"Jun Mo?" Ning Que was confused.
Everyone looked at him and frowned and said, "It's your second senior brother, and you don't even know his name?"
Ning Que was slightly startled and said tentatively: "How dare you call him by his first name? It's not like you don't know how proud he is, so you forgot the name of your second senior brother."
"Are you proud?" Jane and the others didn't know what they thought of. There was a look of reminiscence on their faces, and they said with a smile: "Since entering the mountain, Xiao Mo likes to learn to act proud, and even has to make a stick to hold it on his head.
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Ning Que burst out laughing.
Everyone Jian smiled and shook his head, and suddenly asked: "Is that scholar okay?"
"The scholar is still studying."
"Everyone is doing well."
"Aunt Jian, why don't you ask Master and Senior Brother."
"Huh? Are they back?"
"No."
"Since it doesn't exist, then you haven't seen it yet, so what's the point of asking? But I believe that Master and your senior brother will live a good life no matter where they are."
Everyone's voices gradually became lower, their thoughts drifted back to many years ago, and the corners of their eyes became slightly moist.
Ning Que vaguely understood something. The reason why this worldly romantic leader favored her after he found out that she was an academy student was probably because of some empathy in the past, but he had a relationship with her back then.
Who is that person? Who in the back mountain looks like me? The second senior brother... Xiaomo? Or the sixth senior brother who has strong muscles and is very popular with women? Could it be the master?!
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He came to the Shuizhuer courtyard in the back garden, wrote letters for Miss Lu Xue and several of the women he was most familiar with, stamped them with private seals, and finally sent the satisfied girls away. Ning Que also thought about Jane and everyone again.
He was from the academy and walked towards Shuizhu'er with a smile. His eyes fell on her snow-white and soft breasts, and his mind couldn't help but sway.
Shuizhu'er looked shy and anxious, waved her hands and backed away, saying urgently: "Don't be like this, don't be like this."
Ning Que was stunned, thinking that even though he had never been really intimate, he had hugged, pinched and touched quite a few times. Why did Sister Zhuer have such a big reaction today? He felt like he was getting closer.
Like a pervert.
Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he thought to himself that this might be a legendary situational performance? It is very interesting to refuse and welcome in return. I force you to retreat, and you retreat behind the curtain in shame, and then the red candle makes waves...
He laughed and said: "Good sister, no one can hear you even if your throat is broken."
Shuizhu'er's face turned pale, she pushed him away repeatedly, and said sadly: "My dear brother, I really can't do this."
Ning Que noticed something was wrong and asked doubtfully: "Why not?"
"Jian, everyone has spoken..."
"We agreed last time to come secretly and ignore her."
"But... your master spent the night at my place yesterday."
"master?"
"Master Yanse."
Shuizhu'er was so ashamed that she clutched her silk scarf and looked at him timidly and said: "Although I work in Fengyue Xing, there are still some things I can't do. After serving the master, I then serve the apprentice. If this spreads out, how can I
Be a human being?”
In today's world, the status of master and disciple is even more powerful than that of father and son. Shui Zhu'er is the top red card girl in Chang'an City. She is very picky about accepting customers. Most of the time, she spends her time playing tea and seducing people to earn money. How can she really get into her account?
There were not many guests in two years, so how could I have the nerve to serve the master and the apprentice?
Ning Que was stunned for a long time and said angrily: "The master can touch it, but the students can't?"
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Ning Que is not lustful, but he is in the prime of his eighteen years, when the heat in his body is at its peak. He has never been in contact with a woman in his two lives, not to mention the so-called lustful desire. Now he has countless banknotes under his bed, and he is on the right path of spiritual practice.
Of course, in my free time, I will be particularly curious and yearning for things between men and women.
Returning to Lao Bizhai at night, he lay in bed. The sultry summer night in Chang'an City and the internal and external fire in his body made him toss and turn, making it difficult to fall asleep. On the contrary, the scorching summer in Chang'an City was very harmful to Sangsang, who was born with a weak constitution.
It is the most comfortable season, and I have already fallen into a deep sleep at the head of the bed.
The little maid slept very soundly. In her dream, she turned over on the bedside, bent her right leg and hit Ning Que hard on the lower abdomen.
Ning Que was hit hard suddenly, and he groaned in pain, his body bent like a cooked shrimp, and his face turned pale.
After a while, the pain gradually subsided, and he glared angrily at Sangsang, who was still sleeping soundly, and reached out to pull her legs off.
When his fingers touched Sangsang's little feet, he suddenly felt a very comfortable coldness. The touch was very good, as if it was the smooth and cool ice fish in the wine glass at the dinner at the bachelor's house a few days ago.
On such a hot summer night, it felt really comfortable to hold such a small foot in his hand. Ning Que was a little reluctant to let go, holding it in his hand and touching it gently. He looked at it through the starlight coming from the window and saw that it was in his hand.
That little foot is as white as jade, as beautiful as a lotus carved from ice jade.
Ning Que held his cold feet and frowned slightly, wondering what was going on in his mind.
Perhaps it was because the fingers touched the soles of her feet that it was a little itchy. Sangsang shrank her feet in her sleep, but failed to take her feet out of Ning Que's hands. Then she woke up. She rubbed her dazed eyes and asked, "Master
Why are you grabbing my feet?"
Ning Que was startled and felt that he had instantly turned into a poor boy who was being beaten violently by many women with washboards outside the women's bathhouse. He suppressed his embarrassment and explained in a slightly trembling voice: "It's too... hot. Your feet are cold. Scratch them."
Very comfortable to wear.”
After hearing the explanation, Sangsang let out a cry and lay down to sleep again. He adjusted his body and leaned to the right side, making it easier for Ning Que to hold his right foot.
The back house of Lao Bizhai returned to silence, and only a few faint chirpings of cicadas could be heard coming from the street.
I don't know how much time passed, but Ning Que suddenly asked: "Sang Sang, how old...are you this year?"
Sangsang closed her eyes and replied: "I don't know when I was born. You told me before that I shouldn't be very old when you picked me, so I should be almost fourteen now."
"fourteen……"
Ning Que repeated it silently in his mind, then let go of the little foot in his hand and said, "Sleep well."
Sang Sang opened her eyes, looked at him and asked curiously: "Master, aren't you too hot?"
"I'll get the cattail leaf fan."
"What is the use of cattail leaf fan?"
"Don't your feet smell bad?"
"I wash my feet every day, but Master, your feet are really smelly."
"No matter what, I'm going to get the cattail leaf fan anyway."
"Master."
"Um."
"Let me go."
There was a rustling sound from the other end of the bed. Sangsang crawled over and lay down next to Ning Que. She stretched out her thin arms and legs to hug him, pressed her face against his chest, and looked for him.
Find a comfortable position and rub it in.
She snuggled into his arms and murmured sleepily: "It's cool now."
She was still thin, and she hugged Ning Que's legs and wrapped them around his waist, looking like a dodder on an oak tree.
However, she was a girl who was about to turn fourteen after all, and the cool and slightly elastic feeling came through through the extremely thin single clothes.
Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the roof. Even though Leng Yu was in his arms, he felt increasingly hot and couldn't sleep at all.
The cicadas on the green trees in the streets have lost sleep for some reason and cry out about the heat.
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